Mistress sits at her desk reading the reports from the harvest and processing of the various products. She frowns as she adjusts her reading glasses. Dom’s Gerald and Norman are behind in getting everything in. There has been much rain recently with a series of storms crossing the mountain range. “They must do much better” she thinks to herself. The trade representative from the slavers left a short time ago. She did not like this one. There is dishonesty in him. He shared there is a new group of slaves in stock in the town at the foot of the mountain, and had come to inform her of this. The visit was less a courtesy and more a sales pitch.

She is by far and away the greatest source of income for the slaver groups in the region. She and her compound are well know. She is THE mistress of the mountain range, many have tried to establish themselves in the range. It belongs to mistress as they have all came to understand. A few live still even. The trader has many new males in stock. But mistress doesn’t think there is any advantage to be gained by going down and purchasing any to help with harvest, despite Dom Norman’s whining of needing more help. By the time one returned with them and completed their castrations and penis removals, and the added recovery time before they were ready for hard labor, would make them a waste of money in regards to speeding up the harvest. Dom Norman will just have to work the slaves longer each day and harder. She will speak to him of it this evening.

There is a knock at her door and then it opens. Only one person dares to do this, entering any of her personal spaces without permission from her first. She removes her glasses and smiles to herself. It is her slave boy. It is time for her tea and he comes quickly and silently to her with the silver tray. He kneels beside her chair and pours her tea in her glass cup set in a silver holder. She had gotten the tea service in a trade with another Mistress from the plains below the front range of mistress’s mountain territory. She smiles again, one of contentment and happiness watching slave boy. He is always so perfect of movement. So precise. He had quickly learned all her personal preferences years ago and has never made a mistake ever since then of them.

He places her cup in front of her and kneels into a sitting position aside her chair and looks at the floor, palms up on his thighs. Mistress sips her tea and gently caresses the back of his neck and upper back. She gently runs her hand down his back. He leans forward as she does and raises his buttocks to her, going into a position of his face down and his ass raised high and slowly spreads his legs as wide as he can. His movement is very smooth and fluid and matches the pace of her hand moving down him, so it seems she simply keeps her hand in one place and he moves his body so that it is where she wishes her hand to be.

“Such a beautiful slave boy” she says softly. She reaches between his legs and grabs his scrotum in her hand and gently rubs it with her thumb and forefinger. He keeps himself shaved smooth and is always perfectly soft to the touch, just as she prefers. She squeezes very hard suddenly and she watches the twitch and constrictions of his body as she does. Not a sound from him. She continues to crush his scrotum in her hand, very harshly now, still not a sound. She smiles. Such a perfect slave boy. She lets go and presses her finger against the opening to his anus. He suddenly but with fluid movement, turns and takes her finger into his open mouth and coats it well with his saliva and then returns just as quick and fluid to his position. Mistress pushes her finger all the way into his anus. She can feel his constrictions about her finger and she says “ok” very softly, barely audible, and slave boy begins to rock gently and fuck himself on her finger. She can see his penis begin to become very hard beneath him.

Of all of her possessions in the world, he is her most favorite. He continues to fuck himself, careful to not move her hand and make it less comfortable or convenient for her casual, out stretched arm and hand. It is his place to do so, to make her life pampered and perfect. Such a beautiful slave boy.

She hears someone coming and is suddenly irritated, her moment of slave boy is to be interrupted. He senses her change of mood and slows down. She of course knows why immediately and softy directs him to continue. And he returns to his pace of her pleasure.

There is a knock at her door and she allows “come” in a voice that one that knows her well suggests “I am displeased at your presence here“. Dom Tomas, the compound archivist, treasurer and book keeper comes in. His face is very flush and he looks worried. Unusual for him and she knows something is amiss. Slave boy continues to fuck himself on her out stretched finger.

“What is it Dom Tomas?” mistress asks. “Mistress, please forgive my interruption but it is very important” he says. “Yes, what is it Dom Tomas?” with a hint of irritation in her voice. She now moves her hand slightly to cup slave boy’s scrotum with her other fingers and thumb as his continues. She moves her polished riding boot under him. She smiles to herself, he is near cuming already and will see to it that it all lands on her boot. Such a perfect slave boy.

“Mistress you must come to the archive immediately. There is a theft of some of the gold” he says near breathlessly. ‘WHAT?” She says loudly and sits forward. She hears slave boy’s cum hitting her boot. “What are you talking about Dom Tomas?” she says with real irritation now. She pulls her hand from slave boy’s anus and he swiftly in one motion turns and takes her finger into his mouth and gently cleans it for her. “Mistress I was doing the daily inventory and three of the bars are missing” he says. Mistress is silent and stares at Dom Tomas. He keeps his eyes looking down. It is his and Dom Adam’s responsibility to maintain security in the compound. She pulls her finger from slave boy’s mouth and gently caresses his face. “How can this be Dom Tomas? You and Dom Adam are entrusted to protect all things here. Such a theft could never occur if each of you are vigilant in your duties, yes?” she says with dangerous quiet to her voice.

Dom Tomas stands very still. “Yes mistress, Dom Adam and his staff are investigating now as we speak” he says. Mistress points down with her hand and slave boy goes to licking her boot clean of his cum. He will have the boots polished to a sparkle for her in the morning. Such a perfect slave boy.

“Tell Dom Adam to restrict everyone to quarters and I will go to the archive and meet the both of you there” says mistress. “Yes mistress” says Dom Tomas and he quickly leaves her study and closes her door.

A theft. It should never have happened. Tomas and Adam have been remiss in their duties and this will need to be addressed. But first the thief will need to be found and the gold recovered. Then example made. A cold look is on her face now, yes, severe example.

“Slave boy” she says. And he is up instantly in sitting position next to her with his eyes down and says “Yes my mistress” Ah, such a beautiful voice. She smiles looking down at him. “You have been to and near the archive often in your duties, have you seen anyone about there that should not have been?” “No my mistress, only Dom Tomas, Dom Adam, Domme Kali and the cleaning slaves, ME 37, ME 18 and ME 26” he says softly.

“37, 18 and 26. Are you sure of this slave boy?” she asks. “Yes my mistress, they are on the schedule for that area and I have seen them there many times” he says. Mistress considers this. She is not able to place 37 or 26 in her memory, but she knows 18 all to well. He has been disciplined many times for minor rules infractions. She will start with the three of them.

“Slave boy, go to my quarters and prepare my morning bath, I will be there shortly after speaking to Dom Tomas and Dom Adam”. “Yes my mistress” says slave boy and he quickly and just as silently gets up and takes her tea service with him and leaves her study. Mistress gets up and takes her hunters knife from the shelf and places it in the sheath on her thigh. Then she gets her pistol and chambers a round and checks the safety is on and slides it into the shoulder holster under her soft leather deer hide jacket. And off she goes to the archive.

Mistress walks briskly through her home. All the slaves working in it quickly bow and keep their eyes to the floor as she approaches and say, “Good morning my mistress”. She ignores all of them, nods her head slightly to the two Domme supervising the slaves in their work. She passes through the house and out across the courtyard behind it. Some more slaves doing grounds keeping work and they bow and say good morning as well. The sky is very grey and a west wind is up. “Another poor day for harvesting” she thinks to herself and then that “Dom Norman will cry about it later”. Her mood is becoming very dark as she strides quickly to the archive building.

Mistress arrives at the archive and finds Dom’s Tomas, Adam and John there. So is Domme Kali and Domme Michelle. The three slaves ME’s 18, 26 and 37 are there on their knees as well. Everyone looks very worried. Well they should be, such carelessness to allow theft of some of the gold bars. Someone is going to pay very harshly for it. Several in fact she thinks to herself. “Well?” she demands looking at Dom Tomas.

Dom Tomas appears to start to speak and then looks at the floor. She sweeps her gaze at everyone and they all look away from her. No one speaks. “I am not pleased and I would suggest someone start speaking to me of this and very soon” says mistress. Dom Adam looks up and his face is one of fear. Mistress now senses there is something more to this than the theft of the bars. Her eyes burn into him as she waits. “Mistress” he begins. “I do not wish to say this, but the it appears the one guilty of the theft, is your slave boy”

“WHAT? IMPOSSIBLE!” she says. “He would never do such a thing, not ever” “Mistress, these three slaves saw him exit the archive during a period that no one was there, and he was carrying a small bundle. These three say it appeared to be heavy. ME 18 says he followed your slave boy to his quarters and that he came out shortly without the bundle.” said Dom Adam. “SO? THIS PROVES HE STOLE THE BARS HOW DOM ADAM?” mistress says with anger growing in her voice. Everyone is quiet. “WELL?” mistress demands harshly. Domme Kali speaks up quietly, “Mistress, Dom Adam shared this with me so Domme Michelle and myself went and searched his quarters, I knew you would want the question of this answered and your slave boy removed from suspicion.” Mistress continues to wait, looking hard at Domme Kali. “Mistress. I, I must report that two of the missing three gold bars were found in his quarters, under his mattress”

“WHAT? This is not possible, he would never do this” mistress says. “Mistress, he was seen leaving with a heavy bundle and the gold was found in his quarters” said Dom Adam. I have interrogated these three separately as has Domme Kali, their versions of it are identical.

HE COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS! Mistress thinks to herself. NOT MY SLAVE BOY! WHY? Where would he go with it? What could he use it for? He wants for nothing. “Dom Adam speaks, “Mistress he was also seen speaking with the trader from the slavers for a long while”. WHAT? Mistress thinks. Why would he be doing this? It is forbidden for slaves to speak with anyone from the outside without permission. As Mistress stands very still, Domme Kali says, “Mistress, I sent Dom Ike with his hunting slave to find the trader. He was found to have one of our gold bars on him. He says he was given it by your slave boy under interrogation, that the slave was making arrangements to escape and paying him to make them for him” “THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! WHERE IS HE NOW?” mistress demands. “He is in the infirmary mistress” says Dom Adam. “Dom Ike was very harsh with him. He is unconscious but he doctor says he will regain consciousness”

Mistress pulls her weapon from under her jacket and clicks off the safety and cocks it. She steps forward to ME 18 and grabs his ear with her fingers until he screams in pain and then shoves the gun in his mouth harshly, “LIAR!” She screams. Dom Adam starts to speak, “Mistress your slave boy is guilty.” Mistress swings her gun inches from Dom Adam’s face, pointed between his eyes, “ONE MORE WORD! JUST ONE MORE WORD ADAM” she screams at him.

Everyone is scared. Panic in the slaves and real fear in the dominants. Mistress is seconds from killing Dom Adam and others in the room. Her anger permeates the air and everything in the room. They can all feel and smell the scent of her anger. They all knew few things of the compound could be worse that this overwhelming evidence pointing to her slave boy.

“Mistress” says Domme Kali quietly. Mistress swings the gun towards her and shouts “SAY IT, JUST SAY IT KALI”. Domme Kali looks straight into mistress’s eyes, tears are in her own. “Mistress, he is guilty, I wish with all my heart it was not so” She waits for the weapon to fire and take her life. Mistress stares at her for a few long moments. One can hear everyone’s hearts beat, it is so silent in the room. Mistress un-cocks the weapon and slowly slides the gun into her holster under her jacket. Domme Kali has tears running down her cheeks as she sees the look of realization on mistress’s face, and knows what it is doing to mistress inside.

“My slave boy is guilty. He has betrayed my love and trust” mistress cries inside her mind. She looks at Dom Adam. He recoils from the fierce look of her face. “Interrogate these three, interrogate the trader, get the doctor to use something to wake him, insure you know all the facts. Then report to me. Get my slave boy, he is in my personal quarters, take him to the stockade. Do nothing to him yet” she says. “Yes mistress” Says Dom Adam. Mistress leaves the room, it is of a storm raging past everyone. She walks quickly across the courtyard to her home.

Everyone cowers from the look of her as she passes.

End Part 4